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    A Summer Waits Beyond My Rusty Gate

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    A summer waits beyond my rusty gate,
    And still I guard the tiny flame you gave.
    Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

    The sky bears colours sorrow can’t translate,
    Yet hope keeps rising like a vow to save.
    A summer waits beyond my rusty gate.

    I walk where memory kneels under its weight,
    Where tides of silence echo what I crave.
    Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

    Your name is stitched in light upon my state,
    A secret warmth no winter wind can wave.
    A summer waits beyond my rusty gate.

    Though pain may carve its script to demonstrate
    How love persists in every scar it paves,
    Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

    I let the maths of hope recalibrate
    Unseen equations of a heart still brave.
    A summer waits beyond my rusty gate.
    Through dusk and thorn, I choose to trust in fate.

    Simona Prilogan, December 2025, London

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    Hello,

    I’m Simona

    One day, I tumbled from a tiny star called Dream and landed in a cup of Hope, just beyond the zone of hard work, where daily wishes meet reality.

    I’ve always dreamed of visiting Antarctica, though I haven’t made it there yet! Until then, I journey through the intricate landscapes of the human body in my work at the hospital, tracking the unseen stories of cells.

    When I step outside my comfort zone, you might find me on a train to Eastbourne, Matlock, or Canterbury, breathing in the fresh air and gathering inspiration. I return with pockets full of poetic ideas, though time rarely lets me write them all down.

    London’s endless rainy days often set the stage for my impromptu singing performances on my way to work. I love dancing too, especially the waltz, though I’m a bit too shy to twirl in the rain.

    I have a soft spot for pasta, coffee, chocolate, and a good laugh. Politics might elude me, but the human soul does not. And if there’s one thing I believe in, it’s this: Love is our strongest emotion, survival instinct, and essential need.

    Let’s connect

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